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in buenos aires, the mifoids eat one-thousand steaks.
the malbec flows like the first rivers. it has been like this since the beginning.
but one heart at the table is not hungry. moon has rehearsed a question for one-thousand days.
her. the boss. she has lost nothing in her life. not even a staring contest.
he says: do you want to get gelato. and the table goes silent.
she says yes. because gelato is gelato. this is the last calm moment of his life.
they walk the old stones. he counts it as destiny. she counts the streetlights.
the little devil sells them dulce de leche. he pays with his whole soul. she says: thanks, king.
and he thinks: this is the greatest date since the invention of night.
and she thinks: what a seraphic little FRIEND.
IN FRONT OF ONE-THOUSAND GELATOS. THE TANGO PLAYS LOUDER. THE CITY SAW EVERYTHING.
SHE ORDERS A SECOND SCOOP. SHE EVEN TIPS. UNBOTHERED. IMMACULATE.
the next night the steaks return, as they always have. nobody at the table speaks of the gelato.
two cups stayed behind. his, melted. hers, undefeated. the tango plays for him now. blessed.
